Disclaimer: Of course I don't own My Hero Academia, its characters, or the franchise.
Story: Enji was fascinated with Izuku. She was curious and a bit enamored. The two of them are a mess together and apart, and everyone gets drawn into the line of fire.
Set as an AU canon divergent genderbending fic.
Spoilers: Most definitely for all seasons, even if this is an alternate take.
Warnings: Age disparity, cursing and violence for now…hm, just in case since I'm usually writing it, bit of crazy humor, perverted humor, morbid or sarcastic humor, and sexual situations…
Pairings: Fem!Izuku/Endeavor, side-Dekubowl (because my regulars know my habitual obsession with the protag/one-sided (or not) others XD), Hawks/Fuyumi, etc…

A/n: Full uncensored version on my Ao3 account~

Don't Want to Touch You (But You're Under My Skin)
Chapter One: Looks That Could Kill

He wasn't quite sure how it ended up like this.

But Midoriya Izuku had somehow forced herself front and center to his attention and she wasn't going anywhere. All Enji knew was that he couldn't look anywhere else, couldn't stop thinking about her. That moment in the hallway, the way she'd defiantly talked back to him about Shoto…

"He's not you!"

Enji wanted to be offended, but found his reaction to end up surprising him. Instead of getting furious at her gall (though he had been a little upset), he'd mostly be intrigued by her guts and enraptured by the rebellious look on her face, the fire in her eyes that felt as hot as his own Hellflame, and the vaguely challenging quirk of her lips (even as she trembled in nervousness and a bit of fear of him).

Something in him said to come after her after the Sports Festival, and when it was all over and done with, he had easily found her recovering in the infirmary. She was alone with Recovery Girl nowhere in sight. The girl herself was laid out on one of the beds, eyes closed and apparently asleep. Or unconscious.

Either way, Enji stood over and examined her closely. Her green hair was wild and curly beneath her, and he knew that if her eyes had been opened, they would be an enchanting green and alive with fight. Her lips shook with every breath she took and he found himself reaching out, touching a finger to them. They felt as soft as they looked.

There was a disturbance by the door and he quickly hid himself, pushing down the panic that had swelled up for a moment. As he peeked around the curtain separator he'd hid behind, he saw his son enter through the door and close it quietly behind him, heading towards the bed of the only occupant of the infirmary.

"Midoriya Izuku," Shoto murmured as he stopped beside her bed.

Enji quietly mouthed her name, testing it on his lips. Izuku. He found himself wanting to call her by name face to face. He found himself curious to hear his name from her.

"I won second place," his son said, voice sounding slightly hollow. "After our fight, I became less inclined to fight in the same way we had our battle. I was…left confused. It was the first time in a long time that I had used my left side in battle, to use the flames of my father that I had fought against using, the flames that I've hated for as long as I've remembered. When I fought against you, I forgot about all of that. I forgot about him. I told you how I resented that man, how I hated him for what he did to me and my mother, and how I wanted to become the best without ever using his fire…

"But as we fought, you said to me this, 'Your experiences...your determination...I can't even begin to imagine what all that's like...but...If you become number one without giving it your all...Then I don't think you're serious...about denying him everything! That's why I have to win! I have to surpass you!' In that moment, you inspired me. You pushed me to be better and fight with my all. You told me it was my power, that it was my Quirk. To that end, Midoriya, I repeat what I said to you earlier. You are who I have to beat, my biggest competition. You are my rival and the one I have to surpass in order to become number one. So thank you."

Shoto cleared his throat. "Still, after our fight, I said I was left confused, didn't I? I'm still conflicted on using my flames in battle, so I've decided…I've decided to finally see my mother. And I should thank you for that as well, because I would have still not have the courage to see her if it hadn't been for all this."

Enji watched his son reach out and grab…Izuku's hand, squeezing while murmuring another quiet thank you. He didn't leave his spot until his son had left, and he came back over to her side, looking at her contemplatively.

His own odd fascination with her aside, it had only just increased with this bizarre and unexpected (but wholly interesting and pleasing) turn of events. He hadn't known why Shoto had suddenly decided to use his flames in the battle, when Enji had known and had been aggrieved with the fact his son had been stubbornly refusing to use his fire in a fight. To know that this girl was the reason why, that she had been the reason Shoto had been pushed into starting to use his full potential…To say nothing of the least of what she apparently had actually said to Shoto as well…

It had deepened his curiosity and fascination in her.

(He ignored remembering Shoto's hateful words about him, because he wasn't unaware of how much of a bad father and husband he was and so preferred to not acknowledge or confront those thoughts.)

Instead, he found a piece of paper and wrote on it quickly, folding it and then placing it in one of her hands. He molded her hand into a fist and made sure it was held tight, before leaving the infirmary and not looking back again.

Enji took a sip of the coffee he hadn't inhaled for once, pushing the glasses on his face further up his nose. He'd been waiting at the table for at least fifteen minutes, but he wasn't in a hurry. He'd wait.

As if on cue from his thoughts, she appeared finally.

Midoriya Izuku looked confused and hesitant some ways away, looking at the café like she was about to confront a villain in it. And maybe she was —what was Enji's end goal here? Why had he asked her to meet him at that café?

Thankfully, she was dressed casually and not in her school uniform. It would make this talk less suspicious to others who may be watching and maybe be less formal and tense between the two of them.

Why did he even care though? There was nothing wrong with this. It was just a talk and he didn't mean anything from this than to talk to her for some reason. He shouldn't care about what it would look to others and care so much about how he wanted their talk to go smoothly and casually. Really. He shouldn't.

But he did and he didn't know why.

Not sure if she'd recognize him in this getup, he was about to stand up and come to her when her head moved and she caught sight of him. To his surprise, she started walking over, so he stayed in his seat and waited for her.

"Endeavor-san?" she whispered, looking around worriedly. "Um —"

"Maybe somewhere a little more private," he said and got up from the table, gesturing to inside. "There should be a few booths in the back that will give us some privacy."

She blinked at him and he watched the green of her eyes seemingly shining against the light of the sun.

"O-okay, End —" he interrupted her again.

"Enji," he said shortly. "Just…call me Enji. It's unrecognizable."

And a part of him still wanted to hear his name from her.

"Okay, Enji-san," she said almost shyly, cheeks tinting red. It brought a flush of pleasure through him that he ignored, though he admitted to being pleased at her saying his name and at the sound of it from her.

"This way," he said gruffly, leading the way inside.

He kept his head ducked, minding his own business, but without his flames covering his body and face and the addition of casual wear and fake glasses to slightly obscure his face, the simple changes were actually enough to help him at times like this. His Hero costume design and presence was ostentatious enough that it was probably off putting to see him without flames and to recognize him without any of his fire, let alone being out of any part of his costume and into regular clothes.

At a booth in the back of the café, they slid into seats opposite each other.

"I'm surprised you recognized me," he watched her closely and she seemed to get nervous. "People usually wouldn't when I'm out of costume."

Her hands fluttered nervously around her. "No, that is, um…you are unrecognizable," she finally blurted out. "It's just…I'm a bit of a Hero fanatic," she admitted in embarrassment. "Even if it took me a moment because of the change, I would still recognize you, Enji-san."

He felt amusement flow through him, even smiling slightly. "I see."

Enji watched her fidget for a minute, looking unsure of herself, before she finally asked him, "Why did you ask to meet me, Enji-san?"

All Might. He could go with that. It made sense after all, since he'd confronted her at the Sports Festival about her similar Quirk to the other Hero. But…

"Is this about All Might again?" she asked anxiously, as if she'd read his thoughts. "Seriously, he's just my teacher and a really good mentor. There's nothing else! No other connection! I am most definitely not his love child!"

Enji paused, giving her a strange look that she flinched at. "Love…child?"

She buried her face into her hands for a second. "Oh God, did I really say that? I really blame your son, Enji-san. I don't even…I just can't with that…"

"Shoto?" Enji raised an eyebrow. "What does Shoto have anything to do with that?" What in the world?

She gave him an embarrassed look again. "During the Sports Festival, Shoto-kun asked if I was All Might's love child."

Enji was glad he hadn't been drinking anything because he would've been sure to have spat it out. No, no All Might then. There was no way he could hide behind that topic now.

"No, this has nothing to do with him," he said. He hesitated before going for the truth. "I don't know exactly why I asked you to meet me."

She stared at him, starting to look bewildered. His eyes roved all over her face, trying to catch every different feature of her and commit them to memory.

"You fascinate me," he murmured, not meaning to say it aloud.

He heard her gasp and watched as she sunk down further into her seat, looking at him in shock. She was nibbling on her lip and his mind flashed back to the day before, when he'd touched them and felt how soft they were.

"I'm not fascinating," she finally said. "Honestly, I'm just…weird. I have weird habits. I do this weird muttering thing that can get creepy. My Hero obsession can be a little over the top too. And I'm a crybaby. I cry a lot and it's so silly and ridiculous —"

"You're rambling," he interrupted her, but he found that he wasn't annoyed by the rambling like he usually would've been. Instead, she looked…cute. Cute and flustered, and he found he really liked seeing her flustered.

(He wasn't a fan of her thoughts towards herself though.)

Instead of answering her ramble, he pointed to the cashier. "Do you want something? You didn't get to order and the baristas don't usually tend the back area. I have my coffee," he held up his cup. It was almost empty though, so maybe he should get another.

"No, I'm okay," she wrung her hands together. "I just…really don't understand why I'm here. Why did you want to meet with me, Enji-san?" she asked again, voice much more firmer.

He took a moment to finish off his coffee, looking contemplatively into the empty mug. "I told you," he started. "You fascinate me."

"But that doesn't make sense!" She stood up a little. "How do I fascinate you?!"

He pursed his lips, feeling frustrated. He stood up himself and swiftly made his way to her side of the booth, slipping into it and startling her, more so as he bore down on her, his arms trapping her against the wall on the other side of them in the booth.

"How do you think?" The sarcasm seemed to have just escaped him, unable to be kept in with his frustration with himself, with this situation, mounting with every passing second. "I've denied this, what's been lurking in the back of my head since yesterday. You challenged me in that corridor and I'm answering that challenge."

"I..I didn't," she denied, her voice faltering as she watched him wide-eyed, her breathing quickening at his proximity.

"You did," he said adamantly. "I can't get you out of my head. You're under my skin and I can feel you poisoning my veins, invading my thoughts. Tell me what I should do, Izuku."

Enji heard her gasp at her name coming from him, and for a moment it was just the two of them staring into each other's eyes.

"I don't know," she said helplessly.

He felt his eyes flutter and he was leaning in closer. Those soft lips of hers…

Instead of feeling them, he felt a firm touch and he opened his eyes fully to see she'd placed her fingers onto his lips, stopping him. Her eyes were still wide and she still looked unsure, but she seemed almost calm.

"We're still in public," she said, voice a little shaky but steady enough. "You're still a Hero. You're unrecognizable, but someone can still end up recognizing you."

She was right, but goddammit why was she so fucking calm when he felt like he was going to fall apart?

"Don't kiss me here," she whispered, looking down while a blush colored her cheeks.

Enji tensed up, watching her intently. For a few seconds, all he could do was observe her. Then he licked his lips, breathing out unsteadily as he moved away from her.

"Would you come with me?" he asked, now the one sounding unsure.

She didn't answer him, looking back at him with those wide, green eyes and soft parted lips.

Instead, she held out a hand and waited for him.

Enji took it and backed out of the booth first.

The first time he'd gone to a love hotel, he'd been sixteen, cocky and headstrong. He'd still been a UA student then, and only Todoroki Enji and not Endeavor yet. His biggest rival and annoyance had been Yagi Toshinori, who had yet to become All Might. Yagi had also been annoyingly persistent in attaching himself to Enji.

But that was back then and he'd only gone to a love hotel a few more times before getting married, and becoming obsessed with reaching the number one spot on his own merit or creating someone who would. He knew this obsession had taken a toll on himself and the way he treated everyone around him, especially his family. But it was a downward spiral that he either encouraged because of his obsession, or couldn't stop because of his obsession. It was like either way he went, his goal was what mattered the most to him, and even if he acknowledged how far gone he was and had done, all he could do is know that it was too late and there was nothing else he could do.

It was tiring. He wanted to reach his goal so much and was desperately grasping for it, but it was tiring trying so hard for it. And dealing with the fallout of trying so hard was even more tiring, because he knew his children hated him, his wife was in a mental ward, and he was inwardly falling apart and a mess.

The brightest spot in his life came in the form of the girl quietly walking next to him as they neared the nondescript love hotel.

Enji didn't know what that said about him.

The love hotel was one of the more discreet ones, having no windows on the outside. There were multiple complex entrances that he could guess were for customer discretion, but they had a bit of trouble navigating through one at first. Inside though, they moved into an empty room that allowed them to privately look at a selection of available rooms to rent and Enji barely glanced at the rates.

"They have interesting rooms," he heard her comment and he looked to his side to see her rocking nervously on the balls of her feet, though she looked amused. "Is that a dungeon?" she looked curiously at a screen depicting one of the hotel's specialized rooms.

His cheeks colored and he forcibly cleared his throat. "You can choose whatever room you'd like," he focused on instead, his voice soft and quiet as he looked away from her. Damn it, what was he doing? Why was he here with her?

He felt her hand tug at his arm and he looked over to her again. She bit down on her lip. "How about just a simple room?"

He agreed with that, feeling a little relieved to have to not be too troubled over choosing a room (and especially one of the stranger ones), and looked over the regular rooms, choosing a more luxurious one though. Paying through a machine and receiving a corresponding key card, they followed the directions to the room number embedded onto it. Once they'd found the room and he'd opened it, he let her go in first and followed after, closing the door and taking a deep breath as he placed his forehead against the door.

"Enji-san?"

He turned around and saw her watching him contemplatively. Maybe this was what they called a mid-life crisis. Son of a bitch, he really didn't know what he was doing. He just found himself caught up in this girl and all of a sudden he was now here with her, in a love hotel, and hell if he knew what was supposed to happen next.

"If you don't want to do this, you don't have to," he said suddenly. He wanted her, but that didn't mean she wanted him.

She stayed quiet and watched him for a minute, causing him to tense up. He wondered what was going through her mind and if she was going to decide to leave him, finally realizing this was stupid and she didn't actually want to be there with him.

Instead, her hands went to the bottom of her shirt and she began to lift it up. He immediately called out, eyes widening when he realized what she was doing.

"W-wait!" She stopped, looking at him puzzled. He licked his lips nervously. "I want to undress you."

She blushed brightly and fidgeted in her spot, waiting for him. He walked closer, still feeling unsure about this, but his feet wasn't letting him walk away from her. Once he'd reached her, he cupped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes, feeling mesmerized.

"Somehow you've chained me up," he murmured and then he kissed her.

God, her mouth was so hot. He felt like he was burning alive and he laughed hysterically in his head because that was so stupidly ironic. The heat of her felt hotter than the fires of his Hellflame, and if he was chained up against her to burn, he'd still wouldn't want to break those chains.

Everything in him was screaming at him to stop, that this was a bad idea and he should run away from this.

He didn't listen.

Enji groped at her ass, squeezing while swallowing up the gasp she let out into his mouth. One hand moved to her thigh and lifted it up, wrapping her leg around his waist. He silently encouraged her to lift up and he picked her up, wrapping her other leg around his waist while starting to walk over to the bed, still not breaking off the kiss. He could feel her hot, damp core against his stomach and it made his cock twitch.

Putting her down gently, he fumbled for her shirt, lifting it up and pulling it off of her before quickly snapping off her bra. She squeaked a little and her hands moved to cover her chest, but his own hands snapped out to grab her wrists and hold on tightly.

She looked uncertainly up at him and he brought her wrists to his lips, kissing them lightly.

"I want to see you," he muttered. "I want to see all of you."

He let go of her wrists and she didn't move to try to cover herself again, and he instead moved to grab her breasts. He had large hands but they were wonderfully full of her, her soft mounds weighing on his palms. He concentrated on them, watching the indents of his fingers into her flesh, the way he pulled her breasts and then pressed his hands against them. The sounds she made went straight to his groin and his breathing became hot and heavy as he paid attention to every little detail of her.

"Do you like this?" he asked her, moving to start suckling on her neck.

"Ngh! Y-yes. It-it feels good," she moaned, her hands moving to his chest to steady herself. She hesitantly tugged at his shirt. "C-can I…?"

He sucked hard on her neck, causing her to yelp. There was going to be a mark there, he was sure, and it made a possessive jolt rush through him.

Moving back, he removed his shirt with a grunt and straightened in pride as he watched her eyes roving all over his torso, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed while her jaw loosened. He stilled then, letting her curiously touch him, trailing her fingers over his skin in curiosity. She traced over his shoulders, down his biceps, moving over to his chest and down his abs, finding her way down the light trail of red hair going south.

She tugged at his pants, looking up at him in question while trying to hide her embarrassment. He adjusted himself onto the bed and removed his belt, letting her unbutton his pants before he worked himself out of them. Then, to even the score, he firmly pushed her back against the bed and fumbled around her skirt, finding the button and then the zipper. Getting her out of that was easier after, and then she was left in her underwear while his boxers barely held back his restrained dick.

"Izuku," he said, her name coming from him catching her attention. "If you really don't want to be here, if you want to stop, tell me now."

Tell me before I lose my mind.

She lifted her chin and looked at him defiantly, and fuck didn't this remind him of what happened in that corridor, the moment that sparked his madness.

"I don't want to stop and I want to be here," she gave him a rebellious look.

Fuck, that made him hot and aroused, and it turned him on something fierce —enough that not only did his cock harden even more, but he felt his Hellflames flicker around him in his arousal for a moment. He heard her breathing stutter and he bit his lip hard.

Enji pushed her back down and roughly kissed her, grinding himself in between her legs. His still throbbing cock was aching to be released from its confines, but he didn't want to hurry this. He could feel her getting wetter down there, her juices dampening the cloth of his boxers the more he grinded.

"Please, E-Enji," the lack of an honorific made him thrust harder, pleased to hear his name in such a way from her. "I can't take it!"

He nibbled on her ear. "Do you want me inside you?"

"Yes!"

"Do you want me to fuck you now?"

"Yes!"

That was all he needed to hear and the fact he'd gotten anything resembling an explicitly expressed consent made him feel a lot better about losing control like this.

Afterwards, he breathed heavily, still hovering over her but keeping his weight off of her as much as possible. She was splayed out beneath him, sweat-matted hair sticking around her face, and her chest heaving breath after breath as she tried to catch it and calm down from her high. Her slightly opened eyes peered up at him, green darkened with pleasure and heated fire. She was so gorgeous.

Then she gave him a tiny little smirk as her green eyes glittered up at him mischievously and his dick twitched.

He was so fucked.

Started 8/18/18 — Completed 8/23/18

A/n: The first smut I write for this fandom and it's EnDeku (facepalms). I blame Poison by Alice Cooper. It's the theme of this chapter and this story and what started this story in the first place, even though I had other BNHA fics in mind to start before this one popped out of nowhere, damn it. Ah well. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and come along with me on this ride to hell (shrugs) XD Please remember to drop a review!

Quick Points:

1. My current BNHA fics out: Advent of a Heroine, Cake and Smiles, and this one. Cake and Smiles is an AFOIzu one-shot (that I may decide to add onto later), while Advent and this one are going to be long-running. I have more planned though, so keep an eye out!